our lady of blessed acceleration, don't fail me now!

the curse of Chauncey Billups may be over; I am supposed to close on my mortgage refinance tomorrow (God willing). my 2+ month ordeal may finally be over. Will my car break down on the way? Will I mysteriously fall into a 24-hour coma? Will flying, fire-breathing armadillos plague southeastern michigan, laying waste to the land? This time tomorrow I will either be wonderfully at peace or ready to pack a suitcase and move to a commune.

"Sometimes I'm afraid I'll go berserk, throw the country A through K rack out on the street and go work in a Virgin megastore and never come back."
-Rob, High Fidelity